Trust His Heart Novels & Stories

He hugged my waist and leaned on the backrest. "The way you utter his name," he uttered, sounding pissed. "But anyway, he is no good for you." "How do you say so?" "Just trust me, Tal. I can't tell you about him right now." "How can I trust you?" He creased his brows. "Trust me because I love you." He get my right hand and pressed it on his chest, in the area where his heart is. "This is honest and genuine," he added with so much emotion in his eyes.

By priorit Isabella had a mysterious and unreadable expression on her face, showing no hint of her thoughts or emotions. She sat in her chair, tapping her fingers on the armrest in a rhythmic pattern. "Trust is a delicate and vulnerable aspect of relationships that can be easily broken or destroyed. It is crucial for us to exercise caution and avoid being naive, particularly when taking into account our financial constraints. We need to be mindful and prudent in our decision-making, ensuring that we make informed choices given our limited financial resources."

“You’re not. You stand higher than you think. Even I see that.” The sincerity in his tone hit me harder than his teasing ever could. I blinked fast, trying not to show how much it affected me. “Then tell me,” I said quietly, “how can I earn your trust?” Morgan’s eyes searched mine. “Give me your heart.” The words were simple, but they landed like a weight in my chest. I stared at him, frozen. “My heart?” “That’s all I want.” I wanted to speak, but my throat wouldn’t work.

My heart finally knew. And this time… I trusted it.

"I presumed it was Father who showed you things? Are you a demon or what? You should know that our father will do anything to get what he wants, including showing you things that are not real. So don’t let it get into your head." "Are you not the same as him? Telling me things I wanted to hear so I could get off your back and leave you alone with the throne?" "Yes, I can do all that, and I can’t force you to believe me, but if you just let me do what I was planning to do, I can get you out of here in a few cycles [days]." "I don’t know who to trust." "Trust your heart. And your mate." "What if he doesn’t want me anymore?"

She has such a big heart, my mom, that can embrace and love so many people with an intensity that surpasses everyone’s. Finally she gives in, but not before delivering a straight punch to my own messed up, crazy, damaged heart as she says tenderly “I trust you’ll do the right thing in the end Lucas. I may not go along with your head most of the times, but I know you rule with your heart as well and that one, I go along with, with my eyes closed and my mind completely at ease”

They remained oblivious to my departure until I heard my name, "Helen." The mention of my name halted me in my tracks. The stool I had accidentally bumped must have jolted them from their romantic cocoon. I stopped, unable to bring myself to face them again. The emotions surged within me, and tears streamed down my cheeks. I bit my lips so hard they bled, determined not to break down. Swiftly, I fled the office, propelled by the sting of betrayal and heartbreak.

Trust, once broken, was hard to rebuild, and he had shattered it in his pursuit of certainty. Rudra took a deep breath, his resolve hardening. He would not give up on his family. He had made a grave mistake, but he was determined to make amends. He would prove to Ambika, to Gnapika, and to Rajeev that his love for them was unwavering. He would do whatever it took to regain their trust, even if it meant facing the consequences of his actions and accepting their anger.

I need yours. *I swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribcage as I considered his words. Trust was a precious commodity in our world, rarely given and often betrayed. Could I really entrust myself to him after all these years of enmity? Could he truly be trusted with the secrets of my heart and soul?* *Taking a deep, shuddering breath, I nodded slowly, sealing my decision.* Okay, *I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation.* I'll trust you, Damien. With everything I am. But please... don't make me regret it.

His knuckles turned white as he clutched the fork, fury blazing in his eyes. She looked at him anxiously and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, and he turned his attention back to his grandmother. The storm in his eyes died slowly, and a smirk stretched on his lips. “How can I share my life with someone I can’t trust?” His cold eyes exposed the void space of his heart. “Not all women are the same, Aries! I can find a nice girl for you if you trust me, of course.” His grandma chuckled. “I have faith in you, but I'm not ready to settle down.”